So nice to relax after my rigorous schedule at the BBC. An opportunity to spend time with my family.
Sadly, there is a fly in the ointment
Our new neighbour, Basil de Farmer
Bugger used to whip the life out of me with wet towels at Eton. Among other things.....
Even worse was the fact that his family estate was near ours, and he became a pash of Marjorie's. She looked up to him so much (quite literally)
She looked at him in a way she had never looked at me. I longed to shake her, and tell her the truth. That Marjorie was out of her league, and he was biding his time until the first Title came along
Which, sadly for Marjorie, didn't take him very long.
I was there to comfort Marjorie, us growing up together and everything, and tried hard to hide my elation that the smug bastard had hoofed it to another country estate. Anyway, Marjorie agreed to marry me. But there was one thing she didn't tell me....
I mean, Lavinia is my entire world. She's my pet, my treasure, and I have so much love for my little girl.
But biologically, I can't go there.
But biologically, I can't go there.
Oh, it's very amicable and everything. The privilleged dispossesed sticking together and all that. We often have drinks, with Bastard Basil and his frigid and barren wife (according to Mrs Slagg).
But I hate it when he looks into Lavinia's eyes, and see's his own. And I swear Basil knows. He has that smug look when he talks to our little girl.
I need to nip this in the bud, right now.
But how......?